Noah
From the greenhouse to the shrine, Noah walked with griffins wings gently draping over him. Vi'dore walked at his side, the sound of frost crunching beneath his massive cloven hooves. Their breathing matched, twin puffs escaping their nostrils and into the open air. Despite the season, and even with the weather dome covering the Citadel, it was still a brisk frigid day.
Noah stepped into the Citadel’s shrine with slow reverence, his companion waiting some yards away. He carried three offerings wrapped in linen: a sprig of golden bloom for Vi, still warm from the greenhouse; a bundle of herbs for Rae, and a pale, smooth river-stone for Mort, worn down by time and water. He placed each with care at the altar, bowing his head. The silence felt full. Not empty. Not alone. Just watched, perhaps—and, for now, that was enough.
Noah stepped into the Citadel’s shrine with slow reverence, his companion waiting some yards away. He carried three offerings wrapped in linen: a sprig of golden bloom for Vi, still warm from the greenhouse; a bundle of herbs for Rae, and a pale, smooth river-stone for Mort, worn down by time and water. He placed each with care at the altar, bowing his head. The silence felt full. Not empty. Not alone. Just watched, perhaps—and, for now, that was enough.
are you out there on the front lines
or at home keeping score?
or at home keeping score?
